884 All the swords were taken away by him.

The inscriptions on the monument were majestically powerful yet permeated with a thick sense of unwillingness. It was easy to imagine they were written by a cultivator whose aspirations soared above the heavens, who, even at the brink of death in his later years, still harbored grand ambitions and firmly believed he was not a mere mortal, merely waiting for an opportunity to transform upon encountering the right moment.

"Excellent poetry."

Li Xiaobai nodded. The handwriting itself revealed the state of mind, surely the work of a cultivator of Beichen Feng's caliber.

Quietly lying next to the stone monument was a skeleton, seated in meditation with arms stretched toward the sky, one arm pointing straight at the monument, apparently in the act of inscribing it when alive.

A person with three swords moved around to the back of the inscription to have a look.

"I lack a Divine Core, cannot light the Third Divine Flame in the Central Origin Realm..."